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TIMOTHY sat now on an upturned trunk, his elbows on the rails of the s.s. _Tigilanes_ and his speculative eye roving the river front of Liverpool.
It was the last hour of the voyage, and Timothy, who had left Funchal with four hundred pounds in his pocket-book, had exactly three genuine shillings and a five-milreis piece of dubious quality.